[ She's damp, ungroomed. Not at all as pleasant as it used to be.

But she finds comfort in the touch, back end slouching to sit heavy even as she leans her head as much against Aerta as she can. She mumbles endlessly, but... relaxed. ]

It is alright... yes, we are together. It has not been so long... ah, you have become more beautiful than I. What a shame I am...